“You have every right to be jealous. You have every right to be upset with me. You have every right Tina, because I’m yours, only yours. I belong to you. You hear me Tina Kennard? You have every right, every right and know this: you deserve me, you absolutely deserve me.” She repeated.

Tina melted with Bette’s words. It had been exactly what she had needed to hear from Bette. To hear her say she deserved her. It had erased all doubt. “I’m sorry Bette. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” Bette kissed her on the top of her forehead and walked her over to the sofa in her office. “Bette, thank you for saying that, for saying I deserve you, it means a lot.”

“It’s true and I will say this to you forever if you need me too.” Bette was glad that she was able to get to the core of Tina’s troubles.

Tina rested her head on Bette’s shoulder and said, “I love you Bette. I’m sorry, I got so jealous.”

Bette had her hands on Tina’s knee and was rubbing small circles. “Well you shouldn’t be jealous, she’s got nothing on you, baby.” With that Bette leaned over, making Tina fall back on the sofa. “Bette stop it! You’re needed out there. We can’t do it right now.” Tina tried, but it was no good. Bette had her hands sliding up her back and her mouth found that special spot on her neck and she had relinquished herself.

“Jesus Bette!” Tina moaned. Bette stopped and sat up.

“Tee, you do realize we won’t be able to make love once you’re pregnant, right?” Bette was serious and it had made Tina laugh all of a sudden. It had always amused her how the Ivy League educated woman of hers didn’t know some things that were obvious to her and to the rest of the world.

 “What’s so funny?” Bette asked, truly confused and a little insulted.

“Who the hell told you that?” Tina continued to giggle.

“Told me what?”

“That we can’t have sex when I’m pregnant?” Tina chuckled.

“I read it somewhere.” Bette wasn’t sure now. Maybe she had thought of it herself?